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“Ladies and gentlemen, the Professor on drums” (A Tribute) #Fridayfictioneers

1979: Protest folk music was dying down and Disco had reached its peak.

“Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive” blasted through the vibrating buzz alarm of the 1960s turquoise clock radio. (Time for school)
“Spirit of Radio”by Progressive Rock band Rush
Lyrics by Peart
Neil Peart that is, aKa The Professor

“If you choose not to decide, you still have me a choice”
“And the meek shall inherit the earth”
“Conform or be cast out”
Prophetic words to pubescent outcast teens, proclaiming Peart understood.
It’s been a year since Neil’s passing,
RIP Professor Sept1952-Jan 2020

100 Words

Thank you Professor🤘🏼-Goroyboy

This was written for the photo prompt for Rochelle Wiscoff’s Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge . Although not a traditional short story. Given the photo prompt of an empty drum set along with the appreciation I have for the artist/poet/lyricist, Neil Peart I found a tribute was in order. additional stories based on the photo prompt can be found here

Time To Go- A short story By Raymond Roy #Friday Fictioneers

The airbrushed retirement cake read, “Happy Retirement Barry”.
Barrie felt the misspelling was a Crisco laden representation of how irrelevant his position had become.

Swing top trash cans overflowing with solo cups and paper plates, conveyed an end to the festivities.

Back at his desk, it was laden with outdated office supplies. The office hummed with impersonal clicking on laptop keyboards, a cold replacement for face-to-face conversations.

Barrie felt a hand on his shoulder.
“You ready Dad?”
He looked up at his Son, “Time to pass the torch I guess Son”.
I’ll take care of it Pops!

100 words

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff to write a 100-word story based on photo prompt. You can find other stories based on this prompt here

-Goroyboy

The Long Path By Raymond Roy #poetry

The sign means STOP, to all refugees, it has been years since we have seen any trees.

Rifle and young child upon my shoulder, radiant heat off a Turkish boulder.

Granite boulder on our neighbors land, we seek escape, from a tyrants hand.

Unwelcomed people, we accept a fate, choosing to live, versus war and hate.

The air is thin, the sun warms our backs, free of smoke, and air attacks.

We are here, our will is strong no matter the path, how steep or how long.

I look upon my mothers face, we move forward at the elders pace.

Word Count-100

Written for Friday Fictoneers Hosted by our wonderful host Rochelle Wisoff. Thanks Rochelle!

Photo prompt Credit Bjorn Rudberg thanks Bjorn!

To read more stories based on this photo click here

-Peace

-Goroyboy

“All You Can Eat” by Raymond Roy #FridayFictioneers

. Image Copyright victor and Sarah Potter

“All you Can Eat” by Raymond Roy

“Click” on the light switch, inside the cellar door.

Giant arachnid suspended , on a web from ceiling to floor

Not waiting long for prey, that hum and fill the air,

In the form flesh-flies, ruby eyed and legs with hair.

Similar to the stench of death, the flies overwhelm the room.

Random victims entangled , slowly face their doom.

Suddenly the door-lock sounds a shocking “click”and “clack”,

instantly flesh flies, are crawling up my back.

One more click, the room is dark, without missing a beat,

I am now the buffet at, a flesh-flies “ all you can eat”

Word Count=100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Thanks Rochelle 🙂

Lemonade Stand By Raymond Roy #FFfAW

Photo Credit:Fandango

“Gonna be dark soon.” “Get some paper and my Mom’s reading glasses into that last patch of sunlight and get a fire going. I’ll gather some wood”.

“I say we go back before they notice we are gone!”

“There’s no going back Luke. I made sure of that. I left a note on your Dads nightstand . They”ll never accept us being step siblings and boyfriend and girlfriend.” ” Parents! They have all the power, make crappy life choices, and we have to deal with the ramifications. Well we are going to turn these lemons into the worlds largest lemonade stand.”

Word count-100

Written for Priceless Joy’s 100 word Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge click Here to read the rest of the stories.

-Peace

-Goroyboy

“Free Delivery” by Raymond Roy #flashfiction #FFFAW

And here young ladies, we have a life-sized skeletal model of the extinct Tyrannosaurus Rex from the Cretaceous Period almost 70 million years ago. Following along the railing, our next exhibit of extinct species is a full sized scale model of the male of our species. The smaller of two is what was referred to as a boy. Males became extinct around the year 3000 A.D. after the onset one of the greatest discoveries in our history, a vaccine that eliminated the Y chromosome. This vaccine was the final step after human cloning had been perfected in eliminating the inferior sex of our species. It was the all women Congress of 2900 A.D. that passed the federal law, stripping all males of their rights as citizens of this great world of ours. Some say that women had had enough around the early 2000’s where misogyny was common place. This Bill was funded by Amazon, those dimwitted males didn’t even catch on that Amazon was founded by us, the Amazonians. Talk about, signed, sealed, and delivered!

Word count:175

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. A flash fiction photo challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less). This and other stories in this challenge can be found Here. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting.

#writephoto Left for Dead By Raymond Roy: #writephoto Fiction

Inspired by Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt #writephoto
Left for Dead

Body aching, covered in dirt, like I had died, was buried, dug back up then ran over me with a truck.

Trying to get my bearings I look across the Idaho landscape, not a soul in site with the exception of a tractor pulling a trailer in the distance.

A brisk breeze loosens some of the dirt packed in my oversized ears.

What the hell happened? Reminiscent of what Mum used to say, “your ears are so dirty you could grow potatoes in there”, Surprised none got in my mouth.

Getting to my feet I brush my white gloves off put on my black hat, and look down to see my still surprisingly clean starched blue trousers are none the worse for wear. I start making my way down the wheel worn grass trail.

As the sun begins to set, the tractor draws closer with flood lights on. I wave to them I think they see me.

Thank God, for help.

Every step is agony

I try to scream out but I can’t seem to open my mouth.

They see me!

It’s a farmer and his son. The boy comes toward me. Closer and closer I want to scream out but I can’t !

The father yells to the boy, “who is it son?”,,

Dad its,…. its …

Mr. Potato head?

Caine Reincarnated:100 Word Fiction

Caine Reincarnated

Waiting outside the temple in the snow, he alone was invited in because of his humility.

Who better a teacher on how to listen, than a blind master?
Upon snatching the pebble and enduring the pain of the burning cauldron, it was time to leave.

Like a locust drifting on the wind, the Shaolin landed In a foreign land.

Years past, mortal death arrived,he awoke feeling the tightening of his hamstrings, mandibles at the ready, as compound vision eliminated the need of eye movement.

Grasshopper heard Masters Po’s voice, “You must be the new student. come to me”!

Word Count=100

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly photo-prompted 100 word writing challenge. Based on a photo prompt, the challenge is to pen a work of 100 words or less. If you’re interested in joining, or would like to read Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog; Here

For those not familiar, Kung Fu was an 1970’s American action-adventure martial arts western drama television series starring David Carradine. Controversially it is said that an original co-creator for the show was Bruce Lee. Lee was to star in the show but was thought to have been overlooked for looking “too Asian ” for at the time “no diversity” television industry. In this link the beloved Master Po gives Caine his “pet name” Grasshopper. Grasshopper Peace My Friends.

Jody:100 Word Challenge

For those that aren’t military or around the military, Jody is the name given to the person that a spouse back home cheats with/leaves the deployed spouse for.

Jody

Glowing Taxi tail lights fade into the night. The hybrid vehicle’s virtually silent on freshly Long Island fallen snow. This is a long way from Afghanistan. 24 hours earlier I have been in the sweltering desert heat. Who’s car is that in the driveway. I know I have the right address. Fumbling with the keys, I hear the dog barking through the door. A light comes on. An unfamiliar male voice is muffled. As I reach for the door handle, I hear the door unlocked from the inside. The door is chained. Then I see her eyes. I guess I should have called.

Word count:100

Friday Fictioneers:Let Your Heart Shine

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly photo-prompted 100 word writing challenge. Based on a photo prompt, the challenge is to pen a work of 100 words or less.

Word count 50

Let Your Heart Shine

Our hearts, just as the clouds, are shaped by warmth, shadow and darkness.

A passionate sun, blinding our inner soul with infatuation

Ill-prepared for the coming storm that if endured, tempers ones spirit with wisdom, understanding, and compassion producing a burning ember that is Love.

If you’re interested in joining, or would like to read Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog; https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/03/01/3-march-2017/